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“I’ve never eaten honey since.They made me eat ten pieces of toast for that scene.I got the worst stomachache.”

“How did you get that job?”

“Luck.I was in the mall with Tommy, looking at stuff we couldn’t afford, and this guy comes up to us and says he thinks I’d be perfect for this commercial and offers me the job on the spot.His name was Steve.Tommy thought it was a scam, only it wasn’t.After that commercial, Steve was so happy with me, he got me an interview with Jack for his first movie out of film school.Jack cast me right away—didn’t even ask me to audition.Said he’d write a part for me.So I fell into acting.”

“Play it again,” I said.

He did.

“I’m gonna be jacking to that commercial till the cows come home.”

“I’m right here,” he said.

“So you are.”I kissed his cheek while the commercial’s jingle played, kissed the point of his shoulder, kissed him over his solar plexus, pushed him back on the couch and straddled him.I kissed him again, pressing him into the couch, making him feel me.I could feel him too.

Then my phone’s alarm buzzed.I sat back and sighed.He was still lying there, propped on his elbows, looking at me with his hair all mussed, and I cupped the back of his neck, leaned in, and I kissed him again.This time, I did something with my tongue I’d learned in the four months I’d been dating my first girlfriend, when all we’d done was kiss, and I wanted to do more.

When I pulled back, I heard him gasp.He looked like I’d sucked the innocence out of him.

“Dinner’s ready,” I said.

“Fuck, Craig!”

“What’s up?”

“My dick after that kiss.You’ve been keeping that in your back pocket all this time?”

I laughed.“It was just a kiss.”

“No, it fucking was not.That was amove.”

He liked it as much as Deb had, apparently.

“Let’s eat.”

I started setting the table.

He sauntered into the kitchen, pulled the lid off the pot, and looked inside.“Cockblocker stew.”

I got out a bag of bread rolls and some butter.We ate at the kitchen table.He kept staring at me.

“What?”I said.

“Your fucking mouth, man.”

“What about it?”

“How the hell did you learn to do that?”

I felt flattered, but also, it was too much.He had more experience than I did, and I couldn’t pretend I was an expert.

“Guess it’s the guy I’m kissing.”

“No one’s ever kissed me like that.”

Which I couldn’t believe.

“I just like kissing you, Eddie.”